"Larry Boyce looked up from the rippled red surface of the comet. He cuffed down his helmet binocs, keyed in mid-zoom and waited for he image to stabilize.
Only a breath of thrust held fifty thousand tonnes of ship over his head."
- Alastair Reynolds, Pushing Ice.
So far, Pushing Ice is an entertaining, somewhat trashy, compulsive read - the SciFi equivalent of a Tom Clancy novel. Perfect for reading on my beach vacation.
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